Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Chill Time

My hooves are driving me crazy.  It's been months since my last pedicure and none of my closed-toe shoes fit me because my toe nails have grown so long.  Honestly, I'm sure it's not an image you want to have in your head: gnarled, tree trunk nails that are curling over my chubby toes like so much ivy.

It's not so bad as all that, actually.  In fact, it makes me laugh that I am even thinking about nail treatments, given that my first pedicure was about 12 years ago and it was for the very special occasion of a wedding to be held in California.  I remember it was the dead of a Minnesota winter and I didn't think to or probably have the option to wear flip flops; I came clad in my woolen socks and winter boots.

Though I was greatly discouraged by the purveyor of my pedicure to relax and wait for what seemed to me an inordinately long period of time before leaving the premises, my stomach was rumbling, a snow storm was threatening and I had read every celebrity gossip magazine in the place.  I shoved on the socks and boots and shoveled my car out of a snowbank to get home.

Not surprisingly, upon my arrival home, I found my burgundy talons smeared into what looked like a bloody mess.  It was several years before I tried again.  These days, these types of services are still luxuries for me, but feel somewhat necessary on the scale of bodily upkeep.  Part of that might have to be with now living in a semi-tropical environment where most of the year can be spent in flip flops or sandals.

Little luxuries, necessities, pampering them what you may: they do leave one feeling revived and refreshed, as if you've taken some time for yourself and put in some effort to look just a tad better than you might otherwise, even if no one notices but yourself.

In between waxes and  hair colors, self tans and mani/pedis, a gal could have a full-time job.  I'm not that kind of gal, that's for sure, but I do enjoy my occasional pampering sessions.  Yesterday, my girlfriend and I went for a foot rub, a common and lovely practice here in Asia.  It was just what the doctor ordered: a nice catch-up session with a buddy, an invigorating massage, and a chance to take a deep breath and walk away from the daily pressures of life for an hour or two.

Maybe that's what it's all about: stepping away from the go-go-go to just chill-chill-chill.

New start?  More chill time (in whatever form it might take) and less go time.  My chances for success are good since summer vacation is about to begin, and this teacher is ready to fully enjoy one of the biggest perks of the teaching profession: holiday time!

Monday, June 17, 2013

Flossing in the Moonlight

My challenge?  To write a complete blog in the time it takes my kids to brush their teeth.  Brush them thoroughly.  And maybe floss.  So here goes.  A blog slam...

I've got no topic, no starter sentence: just a big blank slate to fill up in the time it takes for my two whippersnappers to wield their brushes and scrub those fangs of theirs.

I've been on a blog hiatus because lately I feel scared that I don't have enough time.  I've got the idea that I can't write unless I set aside an hour and exhaustively edit and edify and truth check and make every sentence both pithy and witty.  Fact is, people probably enjoy reading shorter tidbits than long tomes anyway.

Fact is, I need a topic NOW or I'm just going to ramble, and I have a feeling that the toothpaste has long been extricated from the tube.  And there is no accompanying floss to draw out the process.

So, do you floss every night?  I don't and I feel guilty about it.   My children don't either.  I feel super-duper guilty about that.  A few weeks ago, I tried to make an appointment with a well-respected dentist in Hong Kong and the first available appointment was in August.  I took it.  Actually I was relieved because I thought it could buy me some time and get my kids and me flossing regularly before we are found out.  (I think the tooth fairy already suspects...)

Next week we start our summer vacation, and much of it that will be in our rolling house:  read 1992 Toyota recreational vehicle.  My sweetheart and I have been talking about establishing rituals for the summer that will bring the family together and give us a sense of community while we are on the road: a red checked table cloth on the picnic table each night, communal dishwashing, marshmallow roasts while wearing fire-retardant clothing, etc.

But I've just thought of another one: flossing in the moonlight.  I think I like it.  By the time we're back and ready to see the famous dentist to the Hong Kong stars, our pearly whites will be stars themselves.

Okay: my spontaneous five minute blog is completed and just as Emily has arrived with her bedtime story in hand and her teeth brushed (but not flossed).

Posting this mini blog will insure enough guilt that the flossing will begin well before the summer camp-a-thon: it's just going to be done under a flourescent light rather than moonlight.

Pretty soon we'll be doing that with floss in our pockets!

New Starts?

  • Consistent flossing
  • Tri weekly five minute blogging sessions